Her opulent eyes
Appears serenely filled
With sparkling look,
manifesting color of amber
Burning the fiery rumbles
Of her tumbling emotion,
Washed in the drain of dire uncertainty.
She rummages through the lost world
In the ashes around her.
In the heat her world has gone,
Atrocities triumphantly stands.
And
She dies momentary death
Repeatedly, daily.
The ripples of war memory
Is the cruel part of history
She has to bargain with
To pronounce her life with clarity
To let her once again mingle with life.
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